Cy Twombly, "Night Watch"

By H. L. Hix Read the Q & A
As gestures to beckon geometry's end
I post letters to my lost Mayan sisters,   
solicit layers sussed from layers to test
history, push past parallel. Mystery
becomes you, Mother, as does the lust the rest
of us suffer, lust you must once have induced.
What perceptions I trust defy perspective.
I take my troubles scribbled, not erased.

Source: Poetry (March 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2008
 H. L. Hix

Biography

Poet H.L. Hix was born in Oklahoma and raised in the south. He earned his BA from Belmont College and PhD in philosophy from the University of Texas. His collections of poetry include Perfect Hell (1996), Rational Numbers (2000), Surely as Birds Fly (2002), Shadows of Houses (2005), Chromatic (2006), God Bless: A Political/Poetic Discourse (2007), Legible Heavens (2009), Incident Light (2009), First Fire, Then Birds: . . .

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SUBJECT Social Commentaries, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Arts & Sciences, Painting & Sculpture

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Ekphrasis

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